Unfolding

She lives in the foothills
and is not home at present
She has left the abode to me
and the care of the animals

I am amazed at the level of her self care
and I fall into the rythum of the place
The animals all have some challenge
she collects them

as she has me
she heaals them
as she has herself
and now invites me to
let the child loose

These "ones" always appear
for me at the cruical juncture
lovingly with expectations
of greatness- how do they
"see" what I cannot feel?

except through their adoring
eyes gazing at me as if
sometime, someday,
in some way- I may bloom
as the most exotic of flower

Lush, and warm, tropical
but now I am a tight bud
slowly unfolding in her
heart, while she enjoys my
company from afar

knowing I will love the
animals, feed them, care
for them
as I cannot yet do for
myself

I feel compassion for ME

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